Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
I wound it tightly into oblong ball of soft cushion,
Tossed it high in pools of humid air to play with it.
I tied it on forked branch of the conical tree,
Prayed for unsurpassable wishes to come true.
I pressed it firmly to stop the oozing of blood,
Reinforced it with several of its kind after witnessing its power.
I curled it completely engulfing my slender wrist,
Got ready to face my opponent in the boxing ring.
I painted it dark with streaks of striped violet,
Hung it on the wall adding shades of versatility to the dull ambience of the room.
I used to wipe gallons of sweat dripping down my neck,
Drenched it with ice water generating waves of frozen excitement.
I threw it in a pond of water; coating it with lots of glue,
Withdrew if after few minutes with a cluster of small fish sticking firmly.
I draped it round my neck in biting winds of winter,
Marched pompously through the streets in cozy comforts of my inexpensive scarf.
I soaked it in a concoction of cologne and strong scent,
Revitalized dead nerve cells by its magical caress.
I blew my nose with rapid spurts of energy,
Didn't care a damn as long as I had the company of my large red handkerchief.
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